“A World Worth Saving” Is the Jewish, Trans Tale We Need Right Now: - Newbery honoree Kyle Lukoff’s new middle grade novel is the tale of a Jewish, transgender boy trying to save the world from anti-trans demons.

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In A World Worth Saving (Dial Books), 14-year-old A Izenson came out as a transgender boy during COVID lockdown, but even though the worst of the pandemic is past, he still feels locked in. His parents take him to weekly Save Our Sons and Daughters (SOSAD) conversion therapy meetings whose [discredited] purpose is to convince trans and nonbinary youth that those identities are false. A can’t stand being there, although the meetings give him the chance to visit with his friends Sal (a trans lesbian) and Yarrow (who is nonbinary/agender).

Youth in the group are mysteriously disappearing after being selected for “advanced treatment,” however. When Yarrow becomes one of them, A starts to investigate, and in the process, encounters a creature made of animated garbage that calls itself a golem. The golem explains that the world is at a turning point between good and evil, and that the golem is there to help A ensure that righteousness prevails.

A soon discovers that the world is being overrun by malicious demons disguised as humans, who feed on human misery. One is the leader of SOSAD. (That isn’t really a spoiler, as it’s noted in the book blurb.) A hasn’t even figured out a new name for himself after coming out as trans, though. How can he possibly overcome this threat? With Sal at his side, A seeks support from his rabbi and other members of his Reform Jewish congregation, and from several unhoused queer youth they meet, but struggles when Sal’s enthusiasm for the task seems to wane. And is our flawed, transphobic world even worth saving? While the story at first seems like the setup for a classic “chosen one” narrative, Lukoff upends and reexamines that trope to give us a nuanced look at personal growth, the responsibilities humans have to themselves and to each other, and what it takes to make change.

Lukoff doesn’t make this a simple story of good versus evil, either. A’s parents are not ultra-conservatives; they’re Democrats in a blue state (Washington) and support marriage equality, but have clearly been swayed by anti-trans rhetoric. A himself is still figuring out the type of person and friend he wants to be—a process that Lukoff shows in all its ups and downs.

Notably, too, Lukoff looks at how people of various LGBTQ identities move in the world and how trans people of different genders are each often treated differently. Such differences are often ignored in books and media coverage, but Lukoff holds them to the light and reminds us why they matter.

The book is also deeply Jewish, but not only because A and his family are Jewish and the golem comes from Ashkenazi (Eastern European) Jewish folklore. Jewish values, traditions, and history underpin the story in multiple ways, providing a rationale for the golem and demons, moral touchstones for A, and an example of what support and community can look like. And the heart of the narrative plays out between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, the most sacred time of the Jewish year. As a Jew myself, I’ll note that interpreting Jewish texts and crafting stories that illuminate those teachings has formed a core part of being a Jew for the better part of our history; Lukoff sits firmly within that tradition even as he makes his own powerful and important contribution to it.

One doesn’t have to be Jewish, however, to appreciate the themes that Lukoff surfaces from his interpretation of Jewish texts and thought: the holy nature of being trans and the spiritual power of being oneself. “You are in the midst of your own creation, which gives you strength beyond imagining,” the golem tells A at one point. That mindset could be life-altering—for trans youth first and foremost, but also for many other young (and not-so-young) people. (As a cis reviewer, I recognize my limits in opining on what will resonate with trans youth, but I know the positive impact that affirmation can have on young people in general, and I trust Lukoff to be on target here.)

While all of the above themes might seem weighty, Lukoff weaves them into an exciting and original adventure with some light (but age-appropriate) horror elements and a touch of humor. He then offers an ending (which I won’t spoil) that feels hopeful and authentic even as it steers clear of simple, binary solutions. Expect the book to be on multiple award lists. Very highly recommended.

Content warning: Mention of a trans youth who died by suicide. Several scenes include characters expressing anti-trans rhetoric. Lukoff also indicates that the parents in SOSAD are deadnaming their children—but he respectfully never actually uses those deadnames in the text.
 
Why must my people tempt God's wrath, as if it hasn't gotten us fucked over royally throughout history
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By all means Jews, convince everyone the painter was right
Every day I become increasingly convinced that le moustache man's only fault was that he was too merciful.
Just shut the hell up with your "hot takes", alright? It's clearly obvious that both Reform Judaism and transexual ideology are being linked together as some sort of trendy "lifestyle choice" as opposed to an honest, genuine seeking out and walking with the Divine--an act which intrinsically involves humbling and cleansing oneself. The fact that they chose to use an animated pile of garbage as a golem (a thing which is supposed to be animated by divine will) makes it clear just how much disrespect they intend to pile on here.
 
Youth in the group are mysteriously disappearing after being selected for “advanced treatment,” however. When Yarrow becomes one of them, A starts to investigate, and in the process, encounters a creature made of animated garbage that calls itself a golem. The golem explains that the world is at a turning point between good and evil, and that the golem is there to help A ensure that righteousness prevails.
IIRC the original Jewish folktale with the golem was about the arrogance and blasphemy of its creator, a Rabbi who went off the rails. The golem was a creature of evil, an unnatural abomination.
 
This is on Anna's Archive. I'm going to download it and flip to a random page
“Okay.” He took a breath. “You seem bigger. Fatter, yes, but also just…bigger in all the ways you are. If that makes sense.”

She gave him the best smile. He felt full of bubbles again, just like at the cupcake shop.

“This is home,” she said, and he thought she might leave it at that. But after a couple seconds, she continued. “I don’t have to be careful in how I move because I set up the space so it can really hold me, is accessible. I can relax. Not worry about bumping into things, knocking things over, tripping and falling, trying to fit into spaces that weren’t made for bodies like mine. That’s a big part of it.”

“I was thinking that, too, that I didn’t need to try to be careful of those things myself.”

“Oh, I’m glad. I want my home to be a place where you can just be.”

She what? Ernest wasn’t sure what she meant. He turned so he could watch her face when she spoke.

“You do?”

She smiled, and it was a new kind of smile, a bit sad around the edges. “Yes, Ernest. I want you to feel like you can just be, in my home. Be all of who you are.”

“Oh. I. Okay.”

“That’s the other thing you’re seeing, probably, when you say I seem bigger. I am all of myself here.”

Ernest nodded, his eyes fixed on her mouth.

“And since I’m a top-leaning switch, and this is, well, my domain so to speak…more of my dominance shows, when I’m here. Unless I’m feeling especially submissive, that is. And I’m not feeling submissive at the moment, at all. Part of what you’re seeing is more of my dominance coming through.”

Ernest felt himself go still. He was staring, he knew he was staring at her mouth, but he couldn’t seem to stop. Or move. He was holding his breath somehow, too. Though he hadn’t decided to. It had just happened.

A languorously slow smile slid onto her face. It made Ernest feel warm, like it was sunlight on his skin. He could drift in the light of her smile forever. All he wanted to do was to make her smile again.

“Ernest.” His name was beautiful on her lips in that moment. “Ernest, darlin’. We need to stop, okay?”

No, that didn’t seem okay. Her voice became very firm, edging on stern. “Ernest, I need you to breathe for me.”

He could do that. He closed his eyes, taking slow breaths, counting. When he opened them, her face looked different. She had stopped smiling. She didn’t feel as big, either. That wasn’t right. He didn’t want her to not be big here. This was her place, she should be able to be herself.

He wasn’t sure what had happened, or what needed to stop, but he felt pretty clear that whatever was going on, it was his fault that she was smaller now. And that felt wrong. He needed to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” he said, miserably.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Ernest. Sometimes these things happen. Let’s talk about it, ok?”

He shook his head. He had messed things up, somehow. He didn’t even know how he had done it, or what had even happened. She was smaller, and that wasn’t okay. His chest was all churny and he felt like crying and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. It was good that Nora wasn’t mad, but that didn’t change how he felt in his body right now. He needed to get out of there. He needed to go home.

Ernest fumbled his way through some excuse that he was sure wasn’t coherent, and got out of there. He pulled out his earbuds and put on the uptempo showtunes playlist he’d made for when he felt all churny inside. When the first notes of “You’re Fucked” came on, his boots matched pace. He would walk home with these songs in his ears, let the pounding of his feet on the pavement help. When he got home, his weighted blanket would be there, waiting for him.

After some time under his weighted blanket, Ernest didn’t feel churny anymore. He decided to have some of the matzo ball soup he’d made for tomorrow and listen to Fiddler, one of his comfort listens.
Incredible.
 
OH! A good while ago, I saw an image of a book cover/summary like this, except they were both disabled empaths or something. I couldn't tell if it was a shitpost or not, forgot about it, and have been trying to find it since. This helped me identify the author.

Aaaaand as I was typing this, I found it.

Edit: after looking up the author a bit, I no longer think these books are shitposts.

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